I went looking for you in this grassy patch were there were tons of skiping stone and shit. what do you call them anyway,? stepping stones, oh yes.
I ran across some old lady between her house and she said something to me of importance that I don't want to forget but already have. I found the house you were in. there was Fhelty in bed with some girl. He was siting on the edge of the bed, I guess he started smoking again. then your friend came up to me.
I thought about the lightning outside and how the darkens allows us to view it. all transgression surrounds the limits of the lightning bolt. A fucking weird day man, I hope Fetly has some cigarettes